Not knowing is a terrible thing; so being with others can scare. The sum of human misery can be Broken down to the unknown world Behind all our sisters’ brows. With that comes the individual’s desire, and they may be terrified that what they do should do all of the things that intellectuals have told us are what is wrong with the old ways, how men went about making love. ...
Lying in bed I wondered if I could feel her kiss through her chap stick when from the blue this thought occurred: I’ve never known love.
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